Not even a big huge blizzard packing THAT MUCH snow on the deck, patio furniture, driveway, house, entire neighborhood, and metropolitan area is going to squelch my spirit. So since that quick little Hawaiian vacation is not looking imminent, I've managed to escape the winter doldrums while snowed-in at home by sipping Sangria and playing scrabble words like ZONER, PLEX, & JAM - 3 words you would think would have me winning the game, right?
Total justification for ordering up some authentic Hawaiian pineapple wine, if you ask me.
With the overabundance of Arctic-like weather keeping me all cooped up and trapped indoors these days, I felt this mental flashback to a certain Hawaiian vacation to be a much needed escape from bitter-cold reality. Another hike up to the top of Diamond Head and trek out to the North Shore sound like the perfect recipe to regain sanity, and I'm ready as ever.
As planned, here I am enjoying appetizers and sushi at a local favorite restaurant with the very person who lured me into this situation by texting a certain photo from Minnesota. This is exactly the kind of thing that happens as the result of sushi texting - thus proving you just cannot get away with those kinds of shenanigans in my presence. Unless, of course, you take the recipient (me) out for a big plate full of sushi goodness, complete with a doggie-bag for lunch-time sushi the next day.
Consider yourself warned.
While in Minnesota this week, my oldest texted me this photo of grocery-store-purchased sushi, thus requiring a visit to HIRO88 to acquire actual restaurant-style sushi now that she has arrived back home. Proof that I do not take these teaser pics lightly - perfect excuse to take mom out for sushi, right?
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